Scott’s Wonderland Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated ✨After Hours✨

Seven laughed. “It means the number seven.” Though, that was a lie. It did mean something. A lot more than Devin needed to know. She wasn’t going to sit there and explain the complexity of her life with Monika and Klaus.

She’d changed the meaning of it. Reclaimed it. She wasn’t Sieben.

“Part of my screen name, Sevensins. I just prefer it over my name.”

Another miss. They’d be playing this game until sunrise.

Oh shit a screenname?

"No way, what do you do, maybe I can look you up or some shit." Follow, subscribe, friend whatever the fuck the platform she used called it.

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3/5

Seven's eyes gleamed mischievously. "It depends on what platform you search my name on."

Oh she was in love.

"Well I am a connoisseur of all things art." She'd grin, especially those of the sexual variety.

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3/5

Seven bit her lower lip as she smiled, eyeing the side of Devin’s face for a long moment before drifting a step closer

“Do some exploring. And get back to me about what you think. I’m always open to criticism.” Turning away then, she tossed her ring, and grinned with triumph as it landed with the rest on the pin.

“Winner, winner.”

Well fuck.

After she’d talked such a big game and everything. Still, Devin could be an amicable loser, stifling her sigh as she chucked the ring in her hand towards the bottles haphazardly.

”Congrats, but that means you’re left thinking up another game.” And all after they had struggled to think of this one.

Seven sighed, inconvenienced by herself. She really had been making it all up as she went along, after all.

"I think you've earned it. We can share the prize." She decided, both out of laziness and also genuinely liking Devin.

So she slunk off down the thoroughfare, light on her feet, willing Devin to follow. Now, where were you, big cat?